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A tilted lampshade


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A tilted lampshade

 

The windows are silent

winds still, life like rain is dead straight

or perhaps totally washed on the edges, and narrow

like the streets which carry a dozen desultory smiles.

 

I am aware of the eyes of women that brought me up:

laughters tinkling through teacups; painted walls;

a hundred nailed portraits, above and below

spiraling up the stairs, and the descent

would bring up a thousand yellow tunes

smelling of the girls tied to the bottom of every apron-

 

You said daughters were sorrow. I giggled.

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'You said daughters were sorrow.'

 

How much pain this line brings perhaps only cultures that live through them can appreciate. The rest of us can only watch, puzzled.

 

'I giggled.'

 

Perfect naivete for the sorrows to come.

 

Thanks, summaya.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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Aleksandra

Summayya, this poem is one of your best.

It is written very professional, deep, emotional, thoughtful. The poem carry a message which is so painful. The imageries works wonderful, and expressions are amazing.

 

Ending - perfect.

 

What to say more - this is a master piece Mayya.

 

I am pleased to read this.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Sorry I haven't commented on this fantastic autobiographical tapestry.

 

I loved it.

 

The transitions were precious, the images concrete, and the message loving and wry;-)

 

Well, well done.

 

DC

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a truly well-balanced and poignant treatment of a most sensitive and complex theme. your rhythm and structure are faultless in my opinion. i particularly loved the art of the following words:

 

"I am aware of the dank eyes of women that brought me up:

laughters tinkling through teacups; painted walls;

a hundred nailed portraits, above and below

spiraling up the stairs, and the descent

would bring up a thousand yellow tunes

smelling of the girls tied to the bottom of every apron-"

 

the scenes and subtleties of interactions through time are so very well painted and conveyed.

 

and i agree, your ending is excellent - full of pathos and resonance.

 

well done!

 

 

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summayya,

 

Nice to read you again. I like the atmosphere and mood you created in this poem. And the ending , excellent.

 

Lake

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I am humbled by your comments of my efforts. Thank you very much fellow members, who are special and talented each in their own ways.

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